Zachariah prepared to go to the gym. He cracked half a dozen eggs into a blender and poured in protein powder and juice. He downed it, reached into his bag, took out two syringes, and injected himself in each thigh. He let out a primal scream, grabbed his gym bag, and was out the door. On the south shore of Long Island was an exclusive gym named Heavy Lifting. This was the type of gym where serious bodybuilders worked out. It was not open to the public; enrollment was by referral only. It was not your typical gym. Today was an unusually busy day. Zachariah claimed a stationary bike in the corner and began his workout. All eyes were focused on him. A tall powerfully-built man with strong legs and bulging thighs, he rode the bike for over an hour, peddling non-stop with the setting on the hi
